Black finger nails, chipped at the ends, feeling slightly naughty.
Dark eyeliner, just a little smudged, but we'll just call it "smokey".
Hair such a mess, from tumbling around, in the act of not sleeping.
Fishnets snagged, torn away from flesh, high heels dropping quickly.
Glasses half empty, bottles fully gone, air smells of liqueur.
Just me alone, because you never showed, now I just look trashy.
I'll take the time, to settle my own score, I bite my lip and get there.
I didn't need you, In this I am proficient, my hands become my lover.
Room fills with smoke, music slow, jazzy, you walk in with reasons.
I just laugh and leave, licking your neck before I go:
You see, I wasn't done, and now, I'll make you pay,,,
...................aren't you glad you're not an angel??